Lu Qinghuai first met Xie Wangyan the year she went abroad on a full scholarship for an exchange program. At that time, he was handsome and aloof, speaking to her in French with composure and elegance, while she blushed, her tongue stammering awkwardly, like dust peeking at the bright moon on a high platform. Lu Qinghuai, who grew up in an orphanage in a small town, only returned to her ancestral home at the age of twenty-four. Coincidentally, the marriage agreement between the Lu and Xie families had reached a stalemate, and that was the second time she saw Xie Wangyan. Then, Mr. Xie's condition worsened, and seeing no other way, Lu Qinghuai mustered her courage and asked, "Mr. Xie, since anyone is acceptable, could you consider me?" Xie Wangyan's gaze fell on her. "The marriage will last two years. During this time, you can freely date, but you cannot let your family know." She coldly agreed, but her heart burned with intense passion.

A designer who is actually independent and has plans As the adopted daughter of the Shu family, Shu Tang knew perfectly well why her adoptive parents had gone to such lengths to raise her- she possessed an exceptionally beautiful face and would be used as a tool in a political marriage to marry into the prestigious Ji family of Beijing, becoming the wife of Ji Yunhe, a member of a collateral branch of the Ji family. Her fiancé was a notorious playboy in Beijing, rumored to have a secret love interest abroad. Therefore, being well-educated, gentle, considerate, elegant, and beautiful were the labels Shu Tang needed to embody. Shortly before the wedding, Ji Yunhe's secret love interest returned to China. Ji Yunhe left the family banquet and, upon his return, immediately dissolved the engagement. The marriage between the Ji and Shu families was an opportunity for the Shu family to climb the social ladder. Shu's father berated Shu Tang for her incompetence and demanded that she marry into the Ji family no matter what. The wedding, however, had to proceed as planned. Shu Tang had no choice but to see Ji Yunhe, only to be met with a cold rejection. Dejected, she walked out of the Ji family home, drenched by a sudden downpour. A blinding white light flashed, and a black Bentley pulled up in front of her. The back window rolled down halfway, revealing a man's cold profile: "Miss Shu, get in." It was Ji Yanxiu, the eldest grandson of the Ji family. The prestigious families who had been waiting to see Shu Tang make a fool of herself received news of her marriage to Ji Yanxiu. This marriage surprised everyone, and some boldly speculated that Shu Tang had some leverage or weakness over Ji Yanxiu.

The first time she met Xing Congning was at her grandmother's funeral. A light rain was falling, incense was burning all around, and Buddhist scriptures were being chanted. An attendant respectfully held an umbrella, and he stood under it, exchanging pleasantries with her father. Before leaving, her father called for You Zhiyi to come forward and offer her greetings. Through the misty rain, she looked up. The man's features were cold and aloof, untouched by worldly concerns, yet possessed boundless elegance. Her father pondered for a moment before introducing him, "According to seniority, you should call him-" Before he could finish the correct address, he looked at her, smiling slightly as he interrupted, "Just call me Xing Congning." At that time, You Zhiyi only knew that he was a powerful figure her father couldn't afford to offend in the business world. - Their next meeting was on a snowy early spring day. The night was still, a light snow was falling. He had come to pick her up at the request of a friend. In a teahouse on an old street, the man, holding an umbrella in one hand, slowly walked through the swaying snow. As the crisp sound of his footsteps on the snow stopped, the latticed window of the two-story shop creaked open a crack. A wisp of snow fell, and he stopped in front of her. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and the man, with eyebrows like ink dots, said in a gentle voice, "Miss You, I am Xing Congning. Qingrui asked me to pick you up." - The Xing family's villa was called Plum Garden. You Zhiyi was the first female guest to stay there. One morning, as usual, she woke up to find that it was snowing lightly outside again, and she stepped barefoot outside. A clean, carved veranda, separated by the elegant garden scenery and the proudly blooming wintersweet, she looked at the person sitting in the tea room on the first floor opposite her. The latticed windows were open, letting in snow-like down. He sat by the window, intently brewing tea, incense smo

Zhong Yang, as a little unlucky in the entertainment industry whose scandals are more popular than her works, originally planned to use money to terminate the contract in exchange for freedom, but unexpectedly, she accidentally provoked Pei Yunzheng, a powerful boss in the imperial capital. Zhong Yang was terrified, thinking that he was going to ban her, take her away, humiliate her, persecute her, and even... well, she didn't need to worry. This cold Pei not only invited her to dinner, gave her a place to live, helped her clean up, and sent her resources... but he was also a pure love brain!

Yun Qingwu suddenly learned that she was not her biological daughter, and the real daughter returned, her position was in jeopardy. Fu Siling, the high and mighty ruler of the Fu Group, has a face as noble as jade. It is said that he is cold and ruthless, and decisive in killing. The private cruise ship is luxurious and elegant. In the floating night, the man's tall back is reflected, and his profile is outstanding. Yun Qingwu bravely stepped forward and "confessed his true feelings" to Fu Siling. "Like me?" The man looked back, his eyes floating on her slender waist, and he fiddled with the ring on his finger lazily, "Evidence?"